A glass of wine, a dream, the taste of lovesickness, piles of ashes, love is God's will, but hate is hard to eliminate.
Xue Bing: With your words, I will be content even if I die.
Wanwan: If there is really retribution, let me bear all the sins.
Su Liang: I have calculated everything except your heart.
Yun Ge: I just blame myself for being too persistent. It turns out that I am crazy.